Oli
ALPHA TEA GOSSIP COLUMN
MAY THORNTON IS SEEN LEAVING DC. SHOULD FANS EXPECT A COLLABORATION?
June 2nd
A iden’s hair slips like silk between my fingers, his head resting in my lap, a soft sigh escaping him as he gives into the calm I offer.
My alphas are understandably worked up after I was attacked after our show tonight.
I can still feel the ghost of hands around my neck, stealing my air and crushing me. There’s no world where I can forget the fear and pain of that moment, but being here with my alphas is the safest I can feel right now.
They’re vibrating with rage, and the bus is full of alpha pheromones.
Dax is silent behind me, but I can feel the tension in his body. I’m afraid that if I move at all, Dax will realize I’m sitting on his lap and kick me off.
Aiden has been continuously touching me, but my fingers through his hair have calmed him down most.
“Better?” I croak, meeting Aiden’s grateful brown eyes. They’re gentle, like the melody he coaxes from his keyboard, soothing my nerves.
“Much,” he whispers, but the air is still thick with tension. “I’m going to make you some tea for your throat.”
Aiden stands up, the first to move away from me. Jack and Chase both stiffen.
My shoulders tense, recognizing the near-feral state they’re both teetering on. There’s a storm brewing inside Chase and Jack.
“Fuck. What else do you need, omega, that your idiot alphas didn’t get you?” Jack snarls.
“Jack-” I start.
With great reluctance, Jack peels himself away from me and moves to the kitchen. Within seconds, he’s back with a blanket and water.
The coolness of the water bottle against my palm grounds me as Jack, ever the caretaker, pushes it into my hand with a fierce protective look. His other hand drapes a soft blanket around my shoulders, his touch lingering just a moment too long, a silent promise to keep me safe. I take a sip, letting the refreshing liquid quench the pain in my throat.
“Better?” Jack asks, his voice low and laced with concern. He’s all playful energy on stage, but now, his blue eyes pierce through me with an intensity that tells me he’s not playing around regarding my well-being.
“Much,” I reply, managing a small smile for him. “Thanks, Jack.” The blanket smells like him, a mix of coffee and pastries, and it’s comforting in a way that makes warmth pool in my belly.
Aiden hands me a mug, and I alternate between sipping the tea and water, soothing my throat, and assessing myself. The medicine is kicking in and taking away my pain, but I still feel vulnerable and weak. I keep glancing at the door, afraid they will come back and finish the job.
It doesn’t feel real that I’m alive and with my alphas. I feel disconnected from my body and want to feel safe, secure, and alive.
Chase and Jack are still vibrating with a rage that helps me feel safe. They need me, and I need them.
Chase must feel that down our bond.
“,” Chase says, his voice a velvet command that makes my pulse race. “Tell us what you need.”
My lips part, words failing me as my omega instincts whisper seductively of surrender. They want to be claimed, knotted, and filled in the most intimate of ways. But rationality tugs at me, a reminder that it might not be the time.
“I want to reassure my alphas.” My throat tightens, the bond pulsating, telling me they need this, need me, in a way that goes beyond reason.
“-” Jack is about to go all alpha and tell me no, even though he needs me just as bad.
“Chase is practically feral. He needs to know his omega is okay, and words and reason aren’t going to do it right now. You need me, too, and you can make sure I don’t hurt myself more. The doctor suggested it,” I reason.
I stand up off Dax’s lap. The rumble in Dax’s chest is a protective growl, vibrating through the cramped space of the tour bus.
“Are you okay, Dax?” I ask, my voice softer than the buzz of tension that fills the air. But he just nods, jaw working as if chewing on words he can’t bring himself to spit out.
“Leave him,” Chase snaps, and I turn to find his green eyes blazing with something feral. There’s a wildness there that pulls at something deep within my core.
He’s rubbing up against me, back and forth, marking me with his presence in a way that’s half comforting, half alarming. It’s raw and unrestrained, and my breath hitches at the friction, even as my heart races.
“Easy,” I murmur, reaching out to place a calming hand on his forearm. But Chase is beyond easy now, caught in the throes of an emotional storm that seems to have no end. His skin is hot beneath my fingers, thrumming with the beat of an invisible drum.
“Omega,” he groans, and there’s desperation in his voice, a plea for something only I can give him. His movements become more insistent, and I’m caught between wanting to soothe him and wanting to stoke the fire building inside both of us.
“Chase, look at me,” I command, and after a moment, he does, his gaze locking onto mine. The wildness doesn’t abate, but there’s recognition there, too, a tether that connects us, unspoken but more potent than any physical bond.
“Focus on me, Chase. Just me.” My voice is firmer now, threaded with the authority my omega status rarely wields. And it works; Chase stills, though his body continues to thrum with barely leashed power.
The medicine has kicked in, making it easier to talk.
“Need you,” he whispers, and it’s not a confession but a declaration that has my heart pounding and my body warming in response. I can’t deny the connection, the magnetic pull that draws me to him, the urge for me to be the calm in his storm.
Chase takes my hand with an intensity that rattles my bones, and Jack flanks my other side. Their bodies radiate a fervent urgency that makes me quiver.
We make our way back towards my nest, but Aiden stops us. “I might not need this like you two do, but I can’t let her out of my sight.”
“Then come with us,” I rasp, beckoning him closer.
Dax looks like he’s holding the burden of the world on his shoulders, his hazel eyes dark with conflict. My omega yearns to comfort him, but he looks away, and I let him be.
Chase pulls me along behind him. His touch is gentle as he shuts the door behind us.
“Let’s make sure you’re okay,” Jack murmurs, his hands finding the hem of my shirt. The fabric lifts slowly, revealing inches of skin. I catch Chase’s green eyes burning with a passionate fire that matches my internal blaze.
“Every single inch of you,” Chase adds, echoing Jack’s sentiment, his fingers brushing along my exposed stomach before slipping under the waistband of my skirt.
My breath catches in my throat. Their attention is meticulous, and their kisses land like butterflies on my collarbone, trailing down my chest, stoking the simmering flames of desire.
Aiden sits in a chair in the corner, not touching me, but his eyes follow every movement.
I want to ask him to join us, but maybe it’s better I limit things while my body is hurting.
Jack grins against my skin, his lips tracing the line of my shoulder. Chase’s hands work in tandem with Jack’s, peeling away the layers between us until I’m bared to their hungry stares.
“Are you okay?” Chase’s voice is husky, his concern genuine as he searches my face for any sign of discomfort. I can’t help but feel comforted by the gentle way he arranges me to lay down in my nest.
I nod, lost in the sea of their devotion, feeling every bit the cherished centerpiece of their world.
“Good,” Jack says, his blue eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that promises more—more heat, more passion, more love. “Because we’ve only just begun.”
Their possessive touches tell me that I am theirs, and they are mine.
Jack keeps kissing, licking, and stroking everywhere but one place.
Chase is between my legs, blowing on my pussy and making me squirm.
“We don’t want her moving too much, so you better give her what she needs, Chase, or I will,” Aiden says, shocking me.
Chase growls possessively before striking. The first thing I register is the overwhelming warmth of Chase’s mouth against me, ravenous and unyielding. Everything else is secondary to the pleasure that curls through my body.
“,” he growls against my core.
I can’t help but arch into him, my fingers tangling in his sandy brown hair, urging him on. His tongue is relentless, moving with precision as he flicks at my clit before sucking it into his mouth.
I smack down on the bed, channeling my feelings into something besides words to protect my throat. The world narrows down to the sensation of his lips and tongue, the stubble on his chin adding a delicious friction that has me spiraling toward a climax faster than I thought possible.
He thrusts his tongue in and out of me, mimicking the cock I want so badly.
Jack pulls my nipple through his teeth while tweaking the other with his fingers. “Hurry the fuck up, Chase, so we can fuck our omega.”
He looks up at Jack, his expression one of pure alpha defiance.
“Fuck, you taste amazing,” Chase murmurs, his voice thick with desire. His movements have a ferocity, a primal need that mirrors my own. Being the center of such intense focus is intoxicating, and it doesn’t take long before I’m teetering on the edge.
I whine as the wave hits, crashing over me in a rush of ecstasy. My back bows off the bed, pushing my chest further into Jack’s mouth.
Chase snarls, a sound that ripples through me with an energy that’s more than human. His hands grip my thighs as if he’s claiming me all over again, every touch searing into my flesh. He pulls back from between my legs, his breath hot and ragged.
“Fuck, ,” he growls, his voice strained. “I have to knot you, little rose. I can’t hold back.”
Our bond feels like a live wire, buzzing and sparking with the intensity of our connection. It enhances everything. I nod as best I can, fully grasping the depth of his need—it reflects the hunger that throbs in my own heart.
Jack watches us, blue eyes dark with lust, and he leans forward without hesitation. “Do you want us to take you together, baby girl? We can’t risk hurting your throat more, so you’ll have to let your alpha take your ass while your mate knots your perfect pussy.”
I show him with my eyes how badly I want that.
Jack turns me on my side, then reaches between my legs and gathers up my slick. His movements are gentle as he circles one finger at my back entrance. The sensation of it sends shivers up my spine, anticipation twining with pleasure as he begins to stretch me, preparing me for him.
His finger slips in, easy and slow, and my body welcomes him, craving more. The pressure builds, blooming heat spreading across my skin as he adds another finger, stretching and filling me. Every motion is careful, deliberate, and designed to tease and tantalize. My body tenses around him, the pleasurable burn of being stretched mingling with the residual tingles from Chase’s skilled tongue.
The moment Jack’s thick cock presses against me, I know I’m about to be undone by this alpha. He enters slowly, every inch a deliberate stretch that sends ripples of pleasure-pain through my body. His piercings rub against nerves I didn’t even know existed. It’s an incredible feeling—being filled by him, his strength and size both intimidating and intoxicating.
“I’ve got you,” he soothes, his hands gripping my waist, anchoring me as he pushes deeper.
And oh, does he ever. The stretch is intense, but the intensity makes stars burst behind my eyelids, turning my bones into liquid.
“Good girl,” he murmurs, finally seated fully within me, and my heart thrums with his praise. “You’re taking your alpha so well.”
Before I can even catch my breath, Chase is in front of me, his sandy hair a wild halo around his smoldering green eyes. His grip on my hips is firm and possessive as if he’s claiming every part of me that isn’t already screaming Jack’s name. And when he slides into my pussy, filling the space Jack hasn’t claimed, it leaves me fuller than I’ve ever felt before.
“I can feel Jack inside you. I bet your greedy ass loves those piercings, right, little rose?”
“Yes,” I groan.
Chase growls, and then his mouth crashes down on mine. The kiss is heated, a clash of tongues and teeth, as raw and passionate as the way he moves inside me. Our bodies sync up, a perfect rhythm: Jack holding me, Chase driving into me. It’s like we’re a singular entity, moving together, breathing together. Chase’s taste lingers on my lips, a mixture of caramel and popcorn.
“Feels so good, doesn’t it?” Chase teases between kisses, hitting a spot that makes my toes curl.
I moan, unable to put my thoughts into words. Being caught between two alphas is my dream.
Especially my alphas.
“Only the best for our omega,” Jack grunts from behind, his movements picking up speed, his cock driving into me with a relentless pace that builds heat in my core.
I squirm between them as my orgasm builds.
“Stay still, ,” Jack’s voice rumbles in my ear, a command laced with velvet that makes my blood run hotter. His hands steady me, his grip gentle yet unyielding on my hips. “You can’t hurt yourself more.”
“Let us take care of you,” Chase echoes, his breath hot against my neck as he pauses mid-thrust, waiting for my compliance.
My body is alight with a tingling sensation that seems to buzz beneath my skin. The need to move, to meet them thrust for thrust, is strong, but I force myself to be still and surrender control to my alphas.
“Good girl,” Jack praises, and the pride in his tone wraps around me like a warm blanket. They start moving again, slowly at first, as if they’re savoring every moment, every inch they claim of me.
It’s dizzying how they make me feel so desired and cherished.
Chase’s thrusts become more deliberate, each one hitting that sweet spot that has my toes curling and my breath hitching. And Jack—god, Jack—moves precisely, which tells me he knows how to make me unravel. My fingers claw at the cushions, desperate for something to anchor me in this maelstrom of pleasure.
Chase and Jack move with an intensity that’s fierce and unrelenting, each thrust sending waves of pleasure crashing through me. Our breaths mingle in short gasps, the air thick with the heat of our desire.
“Let go, ,” Jack pants, his voice a raspy command that sends shivers down my spine. His hands are everywhere, claiming me as his while he moves with relentless purpose.
I lock eyes with Aiden, who is stroking his cock while he watches the show we are putting on for him. His huge cock jumps in his hand before he groans, coming all over his stomach.
I come around their cocks, holding back a scream to protect my throat. Stars burst behind my eyes as my alphas keep fucking me through the pleasure.
Jack’s rhythm stutters, his breath hot against my neck as he spills into me, a deep groan vibrating from his chest. He pulls out with a tender slowness, I feel each piercing on his perfect cock leaving me, and I immediately mourn his absence.
Chase pushes into me, his knot swelling inside, stretching me in the most delicious way. My body convulses around him, a symphony of pleasure that crescendos with each pulse of his knot. I’m being claimed all over again, a primal and possessive love that anchors me to the present moment, to him. My fingers claw at the sheets beneath us as waves of bliss crash over me, each one more intense than the last until I’m trembling, gasping, utterly consumed by the sensation.
“Fuck, , you feel incredible,” Chase growls as he holds me close, his hips still moving in gentle, insistent thrusts that milk my orgasm for every drop of ecstasy it’s worth.
I can barely smile, and my mind is blissed out by the overwhelming feeling of being so intimately connected to Chase, knotted, cherished, and adored. His knot locks us together, a perfect fit that sends aftershocks of pleasure coursing through me every time he twitches or pulses within me.
As the waves of my climax begin to ebb, Jack and Chase wrap me up in their arms, pulling me back against their chests. Our sweat-slicked bodies fit together like pieces of a puzzle, and there’s nowhere else I’d rather be. Chase plants soft kisses along my shoulder, his lips tracing paths of fire that sear his love into my skin. Jack nuzzles into my hair, his breath warm and steady as he whispers sweet nothings that make me giggle and blush despite the sated languor that’s taken hold of my limbs.
“I love you, baby girl,” Jack murmurs against my ear, the pet name sending a ripple of warmth through my heart.
“Love you more,” Chase counters, his hand drawing lazy circles on my stomach, grounding me.
Finally, my bond with Chase settles until I feel my sweet drummer is fully back and in control.
“Get in here, Aiden,” I say, looking up to see my shy alpha standing awkwardly at the end of the bed.
He glances at the door, looking uncertain. I think he’s about to leave when he opens it, but instead, Dax tumbles into the room.
Dax was sitting leaning against the door, and he looks like a wreck.
“Can we both join you? All your alphas could use some time with you,” Aiden asks.
I grin. I’m grateful Aiden is such a wonderful packmate.
I feel nervous about Dax, but I push it aside and say, “Yes.”
Aiden and Dax settle on either side of Jack and Chase, and with her alphas surrounding her, my omega settles fully after the attack.
As they begin to calm, their breathing evening out, I get lost in the simple acts of intimacy. Chase’s thumb caresses the small of my back, Jack’s lips brush against my neck, Aiden’s hand is in mine, and Dax’s foot presses against my ankle.